Chasing the Light

Chapter 2

I feel my heart stop and my body heat up. I was in a class with the people that threw an apple at me, my head was still pounding.

We take a seat in class as the teacher sets herself up. I place one head phone in my ear and enjoy my music.

"Alright class, were gonna start with an introduction warm up."

This wasn't good.

She made us all stand around a table and introduce ourself. It started with a girl called jasmine and continued from there.

It came around to that guys turn.

"Hi, I'm Aiden Grant and I like cars." He smiles was friendly and mesmerising.

It was now that Archer kid go.

"Hey, names Archer Parker, and I like motor bikes." He fixes his glasses and smiles.

I avoid talking and just mentally sing along with Eminem.

I was into the song, and getting every note perfect until I look up and see all of the classes eyes on me, the teacher didn't look pleased.

"Excuse me, what's your name?" The teacher just glares at me.

" Coraline" I don't smile and I don't put effort making me sound like I wanna be there.

"Coraline? Your new?" The teacher studies her roll.

"Yeah."

"Your next then." She smiles like its an honour to be next, but it was my biggest dread.

"No thanks, I'm fine." I keep my head low and don't bother with a friendly smile.

"That's quite rude Coraline, just say something about yourself, anything." She pushed, what was her problem?

"I don't want to be here. How's that?" I say with a sarcastic tone. I had no intention to go from there.

"Something about yourself. So try again." Her tone was changing a bit, it was becoming more firm.

"I said, no thanks." I protest, determined to get my point across.

"Ok then." She finally dropped it and moved on with the class.

I enjoyed my music, alone, and uninterested in the rest of the world or this class.

The rest of the day was just a gigantic blur. I sat on every class the way I did in the school before: silent unless I'm sarcastic, listening to music, and doing no work that would lead me to a fail.

Honestly I had no energy to do anything these days. Over the past 4-5 years, I've been moving from home to home and even on the street. Mainly to avoid him.

I don't talk about him, not to anyone, not even my own mother. But yet again she was slowly slipping too, she was like me but instead she didn't hold on and take care of us, instead she sunk into depression like it was quick sand and he has never been the same since. I have a sister and she has a boyfriend but I haven't seen her since it all went down. I don't even know where she lived but she was least of my problems.

I sit in my last class as I wait for the bell to dismiss us.

It finally rings as girls all scatter to she shops and all the guys run to maccas.

I walk silently to my car as I ready my keys to open the door.  I open my door and place my school things in the front seat.

"Hey?" A boy with orange hair and dark gorgeous brown eyes walks up to my car.

"Yes?" I cut the bullshit. I knew him from somewhere.

"Are you the girl who we threw an apple at?"

"Yeah! Why?" I fold my arms and put my weight on my other leg.

"I just wanna say sorry. I didn't mean to hit you." He rubs his neck.

He was much taller then me like the rest of the boys. But he was stunning, not like the other boys.

I nod my head "ok, thanks, it's ok."

"No, it's not, sit with us tomorrow. I noticed you were alone today."

I consider it and slightly nod my head "fine."

I slip into my car and watch him wonder off with a smile. I smile slightly too but quickly banished it from my face.

I drive off but I don't head home. My mum doesn't allow me into the house until after 7 when she goes to work and doesn't come back for days on end. She never told me her job, she despises me after what happened.

Instead I head to a hill above the city, it viewed all the buildings, roads, cars, and the blue sky that covered the whole city and blended it all together.

I step out of my car and lock it up. I stand on the edge of the giant hill, the wind everywhere around me. I felt free and like I could lift my feet off the ground and I would gently fly away and forget all this.

I put my hands in my pocket as I took in all the beautiful surroundings I and completely melted into.

I remember what happened. I remembered every second of the horrible tragedy. I hate thinking about it, it scares me and gets me unsteady. I take a step back and sit on the hood of my car, waiting for the world to move around me.

I finally went on 6:30 so I started on my way home.